Fantasy: The group leader of the opening system, the queen of counterattack!

"Teng Tribe?"

"The one that recently annexed a medium-sized tribe?"

The old man stood on the surface of the water and looked over with a blank expression.

Behind him, strong men from the Water Tribe also gathered, staring at Ye Lang and the others.

Ze and the other fighters all felt the pressure.

Only Ye Lang, with a calm expression on his face, even continued to provoke:
"Since you've heard of the Teng Tribe, why don't you surrender quickly?"

"Otherwise, you, old Bi Deng, will be beaten to death later."

After he finished speaking, the old man's expressionless face twitched visibly to the naked eye.

Then his face darkened.

"act recklessly!"

"Patriarch, please let me take action, twist off his head, and use it to drink!"

Behind the old man, a strong man with dark skin stepped forward and shouted angrily.

The old man nodded imperceptibly.

He is a ninth-level powerhouse, and no one will provoke him, he will do it himself.

Seeing this, the dark and strong man stepped across the water in a few steps and appeared opposite Ye Lang.

"Drink my head?"

"Make period films, you!"

"Little Heizi, get out of here quickly."

Ye Lang curled his lips and said unceremoniously.

His behavior today seems a little arrogant.

But that's exactly what he wanted.

He doesn't have a ninth-level realm, and he can only use this method to make the outside world think that there are ninth-level powerhouses in the Teng tribe.

As long as he is undefeated in a battle with the ninth-rank powerhouse, then the Teng tribe will naturally become a new large tribe.

The original Black Ze tribe, land resources and so on, are not bad.

As long as he has a ninth-level combat power and directly becomes a large tribe, no one will disapprove of it!
This is the fastest way to qualify for Clash of Clans.

Although the dark and strong man didn't quite understand what Ye Lang said, he could clearly feel that he was being insulted.

He roared, and the terrifying physical strength exploded the surface of the lake.

This little blackie turned out to be an eighth-order powerhouse.

"You stand back!"

Ye Lang raised his eyebrows, dropped a sentence, and directly started the tactics of Tongtianchedi.

And various other tactics!

Physical strength suddenly skyrocketed!
The armor-piercing vision skill was simultaneously blessed on the body, Ye Lang bent down and smashed it down with a big swing of his fist.

The void collapsed, and the lake water poured back.

Under the giant fist, Xiao Heizi couldn't help being smashed and flew upside down.

Although he wasn't seriously injured, the scene was powerful.

All the witches of the Water Tribe looked up at Ye Lang in horror.

The old man also showed a dignified expression on his face.

"Lost tactics?"

He muttered to himself, then sank, and the lake parted.

His feet touched the bottom of the lake.

"Old man, watch the fist!"

Ye Lang smashed his arms down, like two giant pillars falling down.

The rest of the Water Tribe quickly avoided.

The old man's ninth-level physical strength was fully activated, and his terrifying power swept the audience.

Stretching out his hand, compared with Ye Lang's huge arm, there was only a small black spot.

But it blocked Ye Lang's arm.

And it seems to be more than capable.

"roll!"

The old man yelled violently, crossed his palms, and posed in a strange posture.

The terrifying physical strength erupted, and Ye Lang immediately felt an unprecedented counter-shock force.

Deng Deng Deng!
He couldn't help but retreated one after another, his huge arms were a little numb.

"This old guy is really scary."

Such a situation is still within Ye Lang's psychological range.

After several months of subliminal training, although his physical combat power has improved compared to a few months ago.

But in the face of the ninth-level powerhouse, it is still slightly inferior.

The old man succeeded in one blow, and then launched a continuous offensive.

I saw that although his fists were slow, they were like waves, and each wave was stronger than the other.

The power of the physical body broke through the void and poured towards Ye Lang.

At first Ye Lang still relied on various tactics to resist for a while, but as the fist became stronger and stronger, he couldn't bear it anymore.

The figure retreated again and again.

Ze and the other soldiers had already retreated to the distance. Seeing this situation, they couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Oh shit!"

The old man's fist was so strong and continuous that Ye Lang didn't even have time to breathe.

He couldn't help cursing secretly, thinking that he had underestimated the ninth-level powerhouse a bit.

This old thing may belong to the weak among the ninth-level powerhouses.

But for him, it was still a bit tyrannical.

After retreating for a long time, Ye Lang finally found a gap.

A nail was thrown out.

Search!
The iron nail pierced through the air, made a detour, and shot towards the old man's back door.

But this time, the one shot into the soul, which has always been invincible, was dodged by the old man.

It only hurt a hair of his skin!
"what?"

The old man's physical strength shook, and the iron nail was directly shattered by the shock.

But this time, his uninterrupted punching force couldn't help but pause.

"This is enough!"

Ye Lang shouted loudly, and his huge arms suddenly intertwined into an extremely strange pattern.

Simultaneously.

He drank loudly:
"Summon the Soul Shaman!"

The voice fell.

On his huge body like a mountain, black light flickered.

Under this piece of land, there was a faint movement.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his face.

next moment.

A force of vicissitudes of time emerged spontaneously.

In the midst of vicissitudes, shocking fighting intentions descended!
All the Wu Clans present seemed to see Wu Clans appearing in the void, roaring to the sky, venting their fighting spirit.

And this time.

Ye Lang only felt that a series of violent wills were blessed on him.

This will has greatly improved his physical strength, and made him a little bit superior.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

After roaring three times in a row, Ye Lang's state was completely different from before.

Facing the fist that the old man gathered again, he rushed forward fiercely.

Swinging giant fists, rampage!
Ye Lang brutally smashed the unrivaled punching power of the ninth-level powerhouse.

The old man's face was shocked, and he quickly shot with all his strength.

In the confrontation between the two, the sky became dark for a while, and the lake and water sank!
No one dared to approach, so they could only retreat further and further away.

Ze and the soldiers behind him were stunned.

It's terrifying that Ye Lang is actually capable of fighting against the strength of the ninth level!

Doesn't that mean that the Teng tribe is really going to be promoted to a large tribe?

this battle.

From dawn to dusk.

Although Ye Lang felt physically exhausted, he had never fought so heartily.

Refreshing is far greater than fatigue.

More importantly, with the passage of time, it seems that more and more of the strong will of the witch clan is blessed in him.

As a result, his combat power became stronger and stronger.

The old man of the Water Tribe, although his feet are on the ground and his strength is endless, he feels that he is about to be unable to hold on.

At this time.

Ye Lang stopped suddenly.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and distanced himself.

"It was a great fight."

"You old man, you do have some strength!"

Ye Lang withdrew all kinds of tactics, and his physical body returned to the normal size of the Wu clan, and he suddenly laughed.

The old man was a little confused by him.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

"If you don't fight, you don't know each other. Your strength has been recognized by me."

"I, Ye Lang, am willing to represent the Teng tribe and make good friends with your water tribe."

"how do you feel?"

Ye Lang turned around and spoke.